But as we walked towards the goose pond I spied a creature caught in the sheep netting – a dead creature that was not there yesterday.
She was probably out hunting (the geese?) and she managed to tangle herself up in a rope attached to a life ring that we keep beside the goose pond. The noose tightened around her neck and she was dead by the times we spotted her. I don’t want foxes to kill our birds but I mourned the loss of a perfect, young vixen.
And a beautiful peacock butterfly let’s granddaughter touch her
The three teenage birds were terrified of the goslings and their protective mother. They would hardly leave the hen house. Yesterday morning I moved them to a new run. Their own house and their own space
We are not using the milk until I have my “lesson” from an experienced goalkeeper today. She will give me advice on keeping the milk pure and how best to store the milk. I hope that I will be able to freeze it and later use it for cheese making.
I couldn’t wait for the juice to drip through a jelly bag overnight and I am prepared to sacrifice the clear jelly for cloudy .
Have I got the patience to make redcurrant jelly?
We have put the three growing hens in the same run as the goslings and their hen mother.
The three youngsters needed more space and a proper hen house. Each threesome is keeping a respectful distance from the other. The goslings (in spite of their size) are frightened of their own shadows. They won’t be cowards when they grow up and then we will all be frightened of them.
